The five stage of grief

Stage 2: Anger

I think I've reached anger. OK - I KNOW I've reached anger.

I'm angry at who she's become.

I'm angry at how things ended and the way she treated me.

I'm angry that she's being so fucking pathetic about the whole situation and is such a child that she won't even speak to me on the phone.

I'm angry that she doesn't care that we've broken up.

I'm angry that I ever loved her.

I'm angry that I still do.

I'm angry that I was never number 1 for her.

I'm angry that she was for me.

I'm angry that she could never tell me I wasn't her 1.

I'm angry that I'm angry because that means I still care.

I'm angry that I think about her.

I'm fucking angry that I'm angry!!!

I'm angry that she wasn't the girl for me, and I knew it - and I still stayed with her.

I'm angry that I care.